Killian walked to a corner where he made a series of calls in a very quiet voice, to Gabe’s obvious irritation. She’d barely gotten her wits together after fleeing from her house and ending up someplace in the woods, before a helicopter landed in the side yard and Killian was giving orders. What she hadn’t been prepared for was Gabe obstinately digging in his heels and refusing to leave until he knew exactly what was happening. And insisting—no, demanding—that she stay put. “You wanted action,” Killian pointed out. “I’m giving it to you. That phone call gave me an idea.” “Then we’d better let them find me on our own terms,” he argued. “Let me call the shots. My gut tells me we’re very close to finding out who the big man is. I refuse to pass up this opportunity.” Killian shook his head. “That’s exactly what I have in mind for you.” “What you have in mind? Care to clue me in?” “We have an unexpected opportunity,” Killian pointed out. “The Chan woman is somehow involved.
